It is now 930 pm. You have been downstairs sitting in the foyer since 645 pm. The demand is simple... put on your underwear and shorts... your answer is simple - no! I am determined to wait you out on this. I am trying not to show emotion, trying not to let you know how frustrated I am and how much I am tired of these games.
You are so used to acting as if you do not know what is going on or acting as if you do not know how to complete the task getting you out of actually doing something that you are fighting with every ounce of power you have to not give in to this. You do not want to do it yourself and I am sure you do not understand why but I do not care. I know how smart you are, how capable you are of completing these tasks and how stubborn you can be.
I am angry that it is over 2.5 hours later and we are still at it. That it will probably be a few more hours before we are done and then we will start all over again tomorrow morning when you have to get dressed for the day. Little do you know as soon as you get dressed now I will be telling you to take it all off so you can take a bath.
I realize it is going to take months if not years to break how stubborn you are. To take the fight out of you and for you to turn over what ever last little bit of fight you have. You have made so much progress but acting as if you do not know what is going on is unacceptable to me. I just will not tolerate it. Keep sitting down there baby - you might just fall asleep down there but one thing I do know is some of the battles I have to win too
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